I awoke at 6:48, excited to get my boots back from the bus. It is cold, 2 layers of clothing, jacket. The owner tells her helper to send me to the bus stop on the motorbike. I take tea at the bus stop and 5 minutes later the bus arrives. I quickly pay for the tea and turn around to see the bus man walking up with my boots AND the painting I bought in Bagan, which I completely forgot about (, along with my K1200 umbrella.)
Monday, 2 December, Partly Cloudy.
At breakfast, very happy I have my boots again, I chat with Michael, Agnes and Daniel, Korean girl with resp.ing. decided to go to Heho to see market. Korea said all markets are the same and that Burma had changed dramatically in 2 years since last visit, now money hungry.
Take motorcycle with tray & seats to Heho, a rough ride, my head slamming against the roof of the cab, my balls slamming the wooden bench.
We leave at 9:30 arrive at 11:00. K5000 p.p. for me, Daniel, Agnes, Michael. Mountain people are very short and busy getting to somewhere. Markets full of meat, fish, spices, desserts, vegetables, essential goods, soap, torchlights, clothes, tourist trinkets at the front near the main road. Necklaces, bells, pipes, ‘ancient scrolls’, bracelets. School uniforms are green and white. Tea houses have Yaw Ja Gwei (Bhat Thong Go) and similar samosa like fried foods.